1940s small roses of carved bone.

I am one of those peculiar women who have used their golden jewelry fewer times than their costume jewelry. My appreciation for an ornament goes hand in hand with the craftsmanship and the human effort involved in its costruction. I have the impression that all those craftsmen who created my earrings and necklaces send me their vibes, I wear those vibes on my body. 

I also think that the women who's jewelry I am wearing, they look at me from the sky and smile. Their effort in preserving those wonderful but not from evelasting materials pieces, was not in vain. Another woman -me- 60, 70, 80 years later is wearing them with the proper clothes, in the proper moments. Yes, them and I are at least accomplices to the same act: keep discreet elegance alive.

Small earrings hand carved in a single piece of bone, very lightly dyed in pale pink in their center.